So this is yet another set of armor ruined. Really, the highblood is bad for them all. That, if nothing else, should be some sort of reason to stop dealing with him... but that's apparently undoable.

A brief thrill of victory goes through him when he feels the highblood starts to fall, but it's quickly gone when he feels his own center of balance torn from him. Darkleer only barely is able to take in a sharp gasp of air before he's underwater. His hands scramble before he shifts against him and reaches for his throat, his face, unsure if he wants to choke the other or just push him away by the face.